"The curse obeys us, without misinterpreting our wills." Jeff lied in a strangely serene voice. The world changed accordingly. "We decide whether or not something we say becomes true. We know how the curse works, and why it exists. We control the curse and know how to use it."
The sound of glass cracking and a gypsy woman's laughter resounded quietly, though apparently only to me and Jeff. Information flooded my mind as it flooded his.
This Curse of a Thousand Truths (not actually limited to 1000) was an investment of power, and a power we had subordinated from its misguided use as a reality-breaker into the control it was meant to be. Created and bestowed by the Lords of the Impossible (of whom the gypsy woman, the Old Lady Hagah, had been a misguided agent verging on rogue of one of the more potent Ladies, the Queen of Witches), the curse had been a test of selection to create new pawns in a great game of world design, torment, and shattering laws. A formidable conceptual weapon arsenal, the 'right of speaking truth into existence'. The things it could and could not effect were apparently quite magically nuanced, but the short of it was that we were haphazardly creating and controlling a selection of reality-possibilities (a feat the curse apparently was quite pleased to see we had 'fixed' by gaining intelligent control) and most powerful things like the Lords of the Impossible (plus their progeny, possessions, and agents at a higher level than what I and Jeff had become) could only be easily affected by the curse if they willed it so (apparently it had to do with 'peeling off aesthetics' or 'transferring information between realities': we understood why the curse worked the way it did, not the details of the system it worked in beyond its uses and using them).
'Why it exists' told me specifically a lot more. About how I, the Captain Sam Guy, was supposed to stop languishing as I was. Jeff, Dan, Kent...they were MY agents. Ah, that threatening Hagah, and her niece Emma...of course. She had put herself into a position where my mortal shell cast down from the heavens and rewritten into humanity (Guy was perfectly an acceptable name!) would be fed bait by my unreasonable agents, then either recover or self-destruct...and she had frankly no strong opinions which way it would be. Unstable as always, unless she was meditative first instead of crazy old lady first. We were very, very lucky the possibility had came up recovery in this worldtime-line, because the others were one hell of a self-destruct (I'd have to assimilate them later). The Lords of the Impossible had clearly forgiven me enough to be a pawn in their greater schemes (or perhaps go higher and settle for theotokos or lord-traveler instead of under-voyager), and lessened as I was it was good to have at least trivial (relative to what I was: relative to this world it was practically unlimited, and a keystone to grow stronger to rebuild or recapture it some day) reality warping back.
That said, relative to the usual frenetic destruction and chaotic insanity of the Lords, Hagah had been uncharacteristically kind to grant me a curse easily reforged into a power and title, and such a wide one at that. It might be better to retire and let the schemes come to me someday. Actually watching the movie was...commonplace, mundane, but a nice romcom conclusion to what was quite possibly an old life entirely. As popular gamers with a loving audience...that was a new life we could stand to have before it joined that one in rewriting.
I decided to make another edit. Whispering to myself, I declared "Jeff, Dan, Kent, and I moved in together a few months back. I have regained my agent connection over them." and gave it the new 'push' to make it reality on purpose instead of it happening by accident, tweaking a few aftermath parameters to clarify my intent.
Reality shifted slightly, a set of memories popping in as our streamer family gig became a package deal a while ago. A strangely Sims-like control interface entered my mind, allowing me to read the others' thoughts and influence their actions. More importantly, we had our own minivan instead of unwelcome bus drama (convenient as it was to Hagah, dramatic witch) and rode together. The drive to our combined home (originally Kent's but expanded somewhat) was somewhere between 'uneventful' and 'me and Jeff getting our bearings with the curse tamed': after a short discussion between me and Jeff about phenomenal cosmic power, Jeff drove while I messed with getting Dan and Kent to make out in the back.
New to being gay, I wanted to explore my interests while we had a break in everything. I whispered "Adult sexual streaming services are legal and cross over or interact with gaming streams all the time. It's perfectly normal for gamers like us to have sex on camera. Me, Jeff, Dan, and Kent are sexually uninhibited and nobody minds this. We can be naked and have sex whenever we want without objections, as much as we want without problems. Fulldive VR gaming exists and is cheaply available to the masses." and made it all true.
Immediately, some sex toys sprang into existence over by our various gaming setups, a few pounds of fat lessened from existence (apparently, sex IS exercise), and Jeff suddenly opted to be a nudist. The next steps were to try things out in the present, not just the retconned past.
You could probably do this by streaming.